Pretty boy (Nick Sturniolo ff)

Chapter 5

Benjamin's POV

I scramble up to my feet and snatch the towel from his hand, wrapping it around me immediately.

The door closes and I bring my hand up to rub my head where it got bumped. I sigh and look into the mirror and wipe the fogginess away.

I lean forward resting my palms on the counter, staring at my chest.

I let my head slowly fall forward, closing my eyes while doing so. Feels the water dripping from my hair onto my hands; zoning out.

It took me a few minutes before I lifted my head
back up and opened my eyes, taking the towel in my grip, peeling it off my waist.

I start to dry myself off.

Nick's POV

Kieran...

My heart sped up as I definitely knew that it was him whom I kissed last night. There was no way he was like that.

Like, into men.

He's a jock and definitely one of the straightest looking guys. He's your average tall, brunette, and green eyed male who looks like he gets very girl that comes his way.

I slouch into the couch and cover my face.

A creek comes from the hallway and I look up, seeing Ben walking into the living room in a pair of sweats and a tank top.

He doesn't spare me a glance and goes straight to the kitchen, digging in the fridge. There's a few clanking noises and I see a bottle of alcohol in his hands.

There was a few bruises on his shoulder that were noticeable as he leaned forward.

I see him turn towards me and I look away, focusing my attention back onto the tv, hoping he didn't notice my staring.

The fridge door closes and he walks to the living room, taking a seat on the couch.

Unsurprisingly to me, he sits as far away from me as if I had a disease someone could catch.

I pull out my phone and start scrolling through it.

The silence is filled by the sound of the tv playing in the background. Another voice buts in and I look over at Ben.

He was talking to me.

"Where did Chris go?" He says, taking a drink of the alcohol, still staring at the tv.

I shrug. "I don't know. To pick up some of y'all's friends or something." I answer back to him.

He stays silent, as if he didn't hear me. I don't look away for some reason and study his features.

His side profile, looking almost as pretty as the front.

I'm not sure how long I stared but he speaks, knocking me out of the zone I was in.

"What are you staring at freak?" He scoffs.

I look away and clear my throat.
"Nothing" I say.